Chapter 786

The dog market.

A group of cute kittens, chests out and tails up, greeted customers, trying to sell themselves for a good price.

The turtles stretched their heads and peered around, observing the surrounding environment with lowered brows and submissive eyes, then piled on top of each other to bask in the sun.

The soft and cute rabbits came in all sizes, white and gray. They were relatively arrogant, holding their necks high like masters, occasionally scratching the cage with their claws.

Mu Zhiyang walked in front, with a telescopic baton tucked into his waist, and didn't carry anything else.

Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui walked a bit behind, talking as they walked, just like ordinary men strolling on the street.

At most, this trip could be considered an investigative visit. If there were any mandatory requirements, it was just to walk through all the shops selling knives.

This wasn't a difficult task either. Criminal investigators familiar with this process could walk through the market in minutes by just finding a few fellow practitioners in the market. These fellow practitioners are much more familiar with the market than customers; they can even tell you where the other party got their goods and at what price.

The domestic market has long been fiercely competitive, and factories are also competing intensely. So-called information gaps can only be maintained for a week in wholesale markets at best.

Of course, there are always some gray and black things sold secretly, such as fake cigarettes, fake alcohol, fake feed, sick dogs, etc., but as long as you find the right person, they can all be easily found.

The machete involved in this case is not in this category. Given the current prices of industrial products in China, even those who want to make dirty money wouldn't sell such a lousy machete.

On the contrary, it is the mass-market goods sold openly that might be paired with such counterfeit and shoddy products.

"This one doesn't fit." In a shop that also sold alfalfa, Jiang Yuan looked at the sickles and machetes they also sold, and quickly gave a negative answer.

Mu Zhiyang wasn't disappointed either, and just said: "Then let's continue to C16."

The group came out, and before they had gone far, they heard a burst of quarreling and shouting ahead.

Mu Zhiyang pulled out his telescopic baton at the first opportunity, while Tang Jia behind him took out his walkie-talkie.

Jiang Yuan's group had a total of only 7 people. The others from the cold case task force were either in the livestock market, strolling in the small shops outside the market, or had gone to the warehouse area behind the market, which actually also had channels for insiders to pick up and buy goods.

After being fully prepared, the few continued to walk forward, and then they saw two people arguing around an alpaca.

"Don't you leave, I'm going to call the police, you just wait." A thin man hugged the alpaca, holding his phone and dialing 110.

The man holding the reins looked much stronger, pushed the other person in annoyance, and said: "You say it's yours, so it's yours? There are so many pets in this market, and you just happen to pick the most expensive one. Do I have to give it to you?"

"How many people in Qinghe raise alpacas? Mine got lost, and you just brought one over to sell. Don't you leave, I've called the police, let's wait until the police arrive."

"I don't have time to talk to you. I have serious business to do, and I'm here accompanying you to look for sheep?"

"This is my alpaca, I recognize it."

"Then you call it, see if it listens to you?"

The man hugging the alpaca immediately shouted: "Huang Mao, Huang Mao..."

The alpaca turned its head and spat on his face.

"Huang Mao, you guy!" The man hugging the alpaca had a doting look on his face, looked up and said: "Look, didn't it respond to me?"

"Are you crazy!" The man holding the reins pulled the rope and said: "Alpacas spitting, that means it hates you."

"If it didn't recognize me, could it hate me?" The thin man hugged the alpaca and wouldn't let go. The onlookers gathered more and more, and also began to speculate.

Jiang Yuan and the others also walked over.

Liu Jinghui stared at the two for a while, turned his head and asked Jiang Yuan: "Guess who is lying?"

"No need to guess, just look at the feet." After Jiang Yuan finished speaking, he said to Wang Chuanxing: "Go ask the thin guy for photos, ask him for photos of the alpaca's footprints."

Liu Jinghui was surprised: "You can even tell alpaca feet?"

"Footprints, they have commonalities." Jiang Yuan explained casually. The skills he acquired are unreasonable. Now that he has upgraded to LV5 footprint analysis, he doesn't pick footprints. Human ones are fine, cattle, sheep, and horse ones are fine, and alpaca ones are naturally fine too.

Although Liu Jinghui has high-level reasoning ability, facing Jiang Yuan's such unreasonable skill, he also widened his eyes, not knowing how to understand it.

Wang Chuanxing stepped forward, showed his ID, and said to the thin man hugging the alpaca: "You have photos of your own pet, right? Take them out and let me see."

The man hugging the alpaca hurriedly opened his phone album and showed his photos with the alpaca to Wang Chuanxing.

The man holding the reins also walked over, frowned as he looked at Wang Chuanxing's ID, then looked at the photos on the other person's phone, and suddenly laughed: "This alpaca of yours doesn't look like it at all."

The alpaca in the photo was full of spirit, not to mention its beautiful coat color, and its whole body was snow-white, while the alpaca in front of them had many gray-yellow hairs.

The thin man said: "Before it got lost, I always groomed and dyed it, but the face looks exactly the same..."

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, stopping the two's argument, and only said: "Footprints."

Wang Chuanxing and the thin man looked for a long time together, and finally found an outdoor photo with footprints.

Jiang Yuan took the phone to look at it, then lowered his head to look at the footprints left by the alpaca on the spot. In just a few seconds, he said: "It's the same one."

Without waiting for the thin man to be happy, the man holding the reins was immediately unhappy, jumping three feet high and shouting: "You say it is, so it is?"

He held the reins in his hand, waved them twice, and said: "You can recognize a sheep by looking at its feet? What kind of international joke are you making? You look at my feet, do you know what my name is?"

"I can issue a judicial appraisal report later." Jiang Yuan pursed his lips, and Mu Zhiyang and another criminal investigator had already quietly circled around from behind.

The man holding the reins didn't know what was going on yet, and shouted to himself: "Fellow folks, judge for yourselves, can you be so sloppy? Looking at a photo and saying my alpaca is his? On what basis? This matter cannot just pass like this, I'm telling you!"

"It certainly cannot just pass like this. The alpaca's value is definitely over 5,000." While Jiang Yuan was speaking, the criminal investigators on both sides had already grabbed the arms of the man holding the reins.

"50,000. I have the invoice." The man hugging the alpaca was trembling with excitement.

Mu Zhiyang directly took out handcuffs, locked the wrist of the man holding the reins, and said: "We now suspect you of theft or fencing, and are taking you back to the police station to assist in the investigation."

Cold handcuffs have a special magic. Most police officers have similar experiences: when you lock someone with handcuffs, there is a 50% chance that they will suddenly calm down and shut up.

Many extremely arrogant criminal suspects will fall into a state of rigidity the moment they are locked up.

Mu Zhiyang straightened the man holding the reins, handed him over to others, and said: "Do you think the police are playing with you? Go back and explain the problem properly, and strive to serve your sentence and go home early."

The man holding the reins was taken away with blank eyes. After walking several steps, he shouted: "I picked it up, can't I just pick it up?"

"Does that mean this alpaca is indeed not yours?" The criminal investigator taking him away wouldn't follow his words at all. After entering the interrogation room, if he still wants to insist on this statement, he must explain the specific location and time he picked up the alpaca. Even if there is no surveillance, the possibility can be calculated based on time.

However, even if the alpaca was picked up, it still constitutes the crime of embezzlement under Article 270 of the Criminal Law, which is illegally occupying another person's forgotten or buried property. If the amount is large and the person refuses to hand it over, they shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than two years, criminal detention, or a fine. If the amount is huge or there are other serious circumstances, they shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than two years but not more than five years, and a fine.

The restriction of this "don't pick up things on the road" clause is "large amount, refusal to hand over". Therefore, generally speaking, it is difficult to initiate a case for picking up an Apple phone, but if the alpaca has an invoice of 50,000 yuan, it has the qualifications for filing a case.

"Can you really recognize alpaca footprints?" Liu Jinghui looked at Jiang Yuan in surprise, unsure if he really recognized them or if he bluffed the other party.

"I recognize them." Jiang Yuan said sincerely.

Liu Jinghui looked back at the alpaca's feet, the alpaca looked at its own feet, and then it was led onto a pickup truck. It is now evidence.

"We should look for more cases where the perpetrator reveals their flaws." Liu Jinghui thought for a long time and finally came up with a pun.